Post by Peter Pettigrew on Mar 31, 2008 14:29:36 GMT -5
He’d retreated to his place. Yes, this was most definitely his place. Remus had the library. James and Sirius had… well. They had their places, as well. The kitchen fit Peter. Well, not him specifically, but it was the one place at Hogwarts he most certainly felt completely himself and at home. He liked the common room enough, same for the classrooms and corridors and such. He even didn’t mind the library so much. All those place, though? He wasn’t him. He was part of something bigger. He was a Marauder. He wasn’t just Peter. He was Wormtail. Here, in the kitchens, he wasn’t Wormtail, he was Peter – Mr. Pettigrew to the scampering little elves. He wasn’t the shortest person without five meters, nor was he the worst dressed. It wasn’t that he exactly envied James or Sirius or Remus to the point of hatred, or to the extent that he didn’t want to be around them, but there was a certain quality of not being quite good enough. Those three were on a whole different level. They were of a better caliber. Peter didn’t fool himself by thinking otherwise. He had wondered for the first few years whether maybe they’d have been better off without him. He didn’t think that anymore. For whatever reason, the four of them made a team. And a damn good one, he thought decisively, popping a piece of the chocolate he was currently making his way through into his mouth.
He was glad to be back. His summer hadn’t been very fun. Not at all. His idiot mother was being taken around by that damn doctor, still. He’d hoped he’d have been gone before he came home… A sigh escaped Peter’s lips, remembering. No. This one was sticking a bit longer than expected, unfortunately. It was nice, y’know, that his mum was actually keeping a man long as eight months now, but for Merlin’s sake! A doctor! Hell, the money’d be nice, but he was so… so… so healthy. Which, of course, meant that now so was Mum. And it was expected that so would he be, now that he was seeing the light of nutrition and such. Fat chance. Peter liked his sweets, he liked his yummy greasy foods and most of all, he liked doing things his way. Peter was not fond of changes enacted by others. Especially when it was forced on him. That man was forcing things like carrot sticks and celery on him. “Burns more calories chewin’ it than you get eatin’ it, Petey, ol’ boy!” He mocked resentfully, playing with the pieces of the chocolate. Who the fuck wanted to chew on stringy bits of tasteless green crap? Not Peter. No, no. Not Peter. Carrots were a little better, but only in the loss of stringiness and a little more taste. That doctor was handsome, fit, and young for someone with a medical degree. What was he doing with his Mum anyway? Why wasn’t he going for some young pretty thing? His mum was middle-aged, and not pretty at all. That was all alright, though, because he was back, and no doctor man pretending to try to be his dad was around Hogwarts. And after this year, he’d be free as a bird from all that pretending to be polite and liking those assholes that he knew were just going to leave and be replaced by some other loser within the next few months. After this year, he’d be leaving his Muggle ties behind indefinitely, going straight into the Wizarding world and never looking back. Maybe he’d send her a letter detailing that. Tell her that he wasn’t ever coming back and to have fun with Joe or Bob or whoever her current boyfriend would be at the moment, really tear her over and let her have it.
He thought of all this as he let the little chocolate pieces melt in his mouth, savoring the flavor on his tongue as he contemplated just how he’d rip his mother’s lifestyle to shreds in a well-thought out letter. He’d have to have Moony’s help with it, of course, with the grammar and the spelling and such things that Moony was so good with. Maybe Padfoot and Prongs’d have some good phrases they’d care to contribute, even! His mood was lifted considerably by the combination of good chocolate and thoughts of the future as he planned all this out.
He was glad to be back. His summer hadn’t been very fun. Not at all. His idiot mother was being taken around by that damn doctor, still. He’d hoped he’d have been gone before he came home… A sigh escaped Peter’s lips, remembering. No. This one was sticking a bit longer than expected, unfortunately. It was nice, y’know, that his mum was actually keeping a man long as eight months now, but for Merlin’s sake! A doctor! Hell, the money’d be nice, but he was so… so… so healthy. Which, of course, meant that now so was Mum. And it was expected that so would he be, now that he was seeing the light of nutrition and such. Fat chance. Peter liked his sweets, he liked his yummy greasy foods and most of all, he liked doing things his way. Peter was not fond of changes enacted by others. Especially when it was forced on him. That man was forcing things like carrot sticks and celery on him. “Burns more calories chewin’ it than you get eatin’ it, Petey, ol’ boy!” He mocked resentfully, playing with the pieces of the chocolate. Who the fuck wanted to chew on stringy bits of tasteless green crap? Not Peter. No, no. Not Peter. Carrots were a little better, but only in the loss of stringiness and a little more taste. That doctor was handsome, fit, and young for someone with a medical degree. What was he doing with his Mum anyway? Why wasn’t he going for some young pretty thing? His mum was middle-aged, and not pretty at all. That was all alright, though, because he was back, and no doctor man pretending to try to be his dad was around Hogwarts. And after this year, he’d be free as a bird from all that pretending to be polite and liking those assholes that he knew were just going to leave and be replaced by some other loser within the next few months. After this year, he’d be leaving his Muggle ties behind indefinitely, going straight into the Wizarding world and never looking back. Maybe he’d send her a letter detailing that. Tell her that he wasn’t ever coming back and to have fun with Joe or Bob or whoever her current boyfriend would be at the moment, really tear her over and let her have it.
He thought of all this as he let the little chocolate pieces melt in his mouth, savoring the flavor on his tongue as he contemplated just how he’d rip his mother’s lifestyle to shreds in a well-thought out letter. He’d have to have Moony’s help with it, of course, with the grammar and the spelling and such things that Moony was so good with. Maybe Padfoot and Prongs’d have some good phrases they’d care to contribute, even! His mood was lifted considerably by the combination of good chocolate and thoughts of the future as he planned all this out.
